Tuwa Pade E Minoti Mor

(1) (prabhu he!) tuwā pade e minati mor tuwā pada-pallava, tyajato maru-mana, viṣama viṣaye bhelo bhor (2) uṭhayite tākata, puna nāhi milo-i, anudina korohuń hutāś dīna-jana-nātha, tuhuń kahāyasi, tumāri caraṇa mama āś (3) aichana dīna-jana, kohi nāhi milo-i, tuhuń more koro parasād tuwā jana-sańge, tuwā kathā-rańge, chāḍahuń sakala paramād (4) tuwā dhāma-māhe, tuwā nāma gāoto, gowāyabuń divā-niśi āś tuwā pada-chāyā, parama suśītala, māge bhakativinoda dās

(1) At Your feet, soft as new-grown leaves, I offer this humble prayer. Those feet shelter the fallen souls who burn from the heat of material existence. But I gave up their shelter, and now my mind scorched by the fire of worldliness, has dried up like a desert. (2) I find no strength to go on, and thus I spend my days lamenting. My only desire now is for Your lotus feet, O Lord of the meek and humble. (3) Has there ever been a soul as forlorn as me? Please be merciful and award me the association of Your devotees, for by tasting the pleasure of hearing your pastimes I shall give up all evils. (4) One hope animates my soul: to spend day and night in Your divine abode singing Your holy name. Your tiny servant Bhaktivinoda begs a place in the delightfully cooling shade of Yourfeet.